
“The Road”, “Left”, and “We Were Wives”
The Road I have nothing to say to the man at the cross in the
The Road I have nothing to say to the man at the cross in the
Mother loved a good dichotomy. Thatโs how it seemed to the child. In her blue
โI always knew my grandmother loved me. She saved me, gave me any confidence I
Birth of the Blues Was it Miles Davis’ “Kinda Blue” bringing me home to you?
๐๐ฎ๐๐ฒ๐๐ ๐ผ๐ป ๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐น๐ฒ๐, ๐ฎ ๐น๐ถ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ ๐ท๐ผ๐๐ฟ๐ป๐ฎ๐น: In this latest post, Lisa Acerboโs poetry highlights the spiritual significance of a mountain biking adventure in nature.
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